Wednesday, 28 December 2016

A lot of my acquaintances have found this a difficult year. Many
of them are far removed from loved ones, and feel lonely over the holidays. A
number of my friends have been made redundant this year – the crash affected
mostly the working-class majority, but the “recovery” has mostly gone elsewhere.
Politically, many of their countries have been torn by bitter elections –
Ireland, the UK, and the USA. Even the weather feels strange to many of my
neighbours, who have worked outside for generations and know such things in
their bones.

I listen and sometimes offer encouragement, but I don’t have
what people usually want to hear, as the coming years could get a lot worse. Fewer
resources, burning more, disrupted weather, political turmoil, civil wars,
millions of refugees – you know all this. Most of all, modern Westerners lack
the skills to handle a crisis, or to sustain themselves for a while during a
shortage, or the community and family bonds to support each other.

Thing is, we can’t change any of these things, just our
reaction to them. We can get healthier – I include myself in this. We can meet
more neighbours. We can learn to live more self-sufficiently on our own patch
of ground, until each patch is its own lifeboat and no one need drown. We can
keep knowledge, skills and resources with us until millions of families and
homes are arks in the flood.

I am concerned for my friends who are having difficulties,
of course. But I also think of my grandparents or neighbours, who lived on a
fraction of the energy Westerners live on today, and lived long and happy
lives. They were delighted to get an orange for Christmas or walk miles to the
village to call on friends, and did not consider themselves miserable. When
things get bad in Hollywood movies, people start ripping each other apart; in
real life, they often help each other out.

Remember that you are not alone; your area teems with people who are lonely, or
can’t find someone to help, or who want to make a difference. I know an old
lady who is house-bound, and I know a woman who has been made redundant and has
nothing to do but sit in her garden. Both of them have things around the house
that need fixing, and I know a handy young man who can’t find work. I know a man
who needs help on his farm, a teenager who would love to earn some extra cash
and learn some skills.

Most of these people’s problems would be solved if they
learned to do things for each other. The woman could garden and grow food,
enjoying a hobby while providing for her family. She could also garden the yard
of her elderly neighbour, doubling her growing space while she and the old
woman give each other company. The handyman who needs work could fix their
houses in exchange for good home-cooked meals and the produce of their garden.
My farmer friend could employ the teenager, teaching him skills.

You live in a place where the garbage cans are filled every
day with machines that can be reused, furniture that could be restored, and
food that could be composted to make soil again. You live with libraries,
internet cafes and a surfeit of cheap stuff. It means there is much that can be
reused, and that it is easy to live cheaply while using up few resources. It
means you have power that most people in the world will never know, and that
you are too important to lose.

Most people I know feel troubled about the future, and keep
it to themselves. Today we diagnose such compassion, and prescribe medicines to
remove it. But if people were irredeemable – if we really didn’t deserve to be
saved – you wouldn’t feel this way.

You see, people who care about their future have two big
problems – what to do with all that despair, and where they get the energy to
do all that activism. And the two problems solve each other – that feeling of
powerlessness can be a most powerful fuel, if you put it to work for you. We
could get all those lonely people together to find a solution – but if they got
together, they wouldn’t need one.

Sunday, 25 December 2016

Leading up to Christmas the shopkeepers had to look after
their customers; everybody got some gift. Good ones got a brack and a red 1 lb.
candle, others got just a brack, another just a red candle and so on. The men
who got tobacco were taken very quietly down to the parlour for a glass of
whiskey. It all added to the excitement.

They bored a hole in a mangold to hold the candle, and
everyone in the family was there Christmas Eve for the lighting of the candle.
Christmas Eve was a fast day, with no meat; salted fish and potatoes, white
sauce and butter, followed by tea and fruit cake.

Santa only gave them perhaps an orange, a few little books,
crayons and sweets, but the important thing was that Santa had come.

--
Aine Aherne of Nohoba, Kinsale, County Cork.

It was magical and mysterious and somewhat frightening to a
child’s mind, so Christmas long ago was absolute bliss … We were as good as
gold the week before Christmas because we were told that “Holly Pux,” Santa’s
friend, would be sitting on the chimney watching us, and if you were bold Santy
would not come.

On Christmas Eve from dusk onwards there was this eerie
feeling. We were terrified to look out – much less go out – for fear we would
come face to face with this strange old man. Living in the country as we did –
all thirteen of us – made it all the more haunting, there being no street
lights and the only indoor lighting was that which shone from the lamp on the
wall.

Having to go out in the yard for water or turf for the fire
was a frightening ordeal because every shadow you saw you imagined was HIM. We
would be given our tea early and sent off to bed and when the candle was blown
out we used to close our eyes tightly and hide under the covers.